I'm an almighty star

Chapter 618 The Song of the Seven Sons
"Old Li, that Mo Bai is too outrageous, knowing that he is not our opponent, he launched their navy to attack us."

"Yeah, damn it, when I got up early this morning, there were actually hundreds of posts scolding me."

"Hundreds of posts, then you're not too light. I would say that my Weibo has more than 1000 posts scolding me?"

It is still the teahouse that I have been to frequently, and more than a dozen artists of the older generation are aggrieved in the teahouse.

"Hey, Mr. Li, why don't you talk anymore?"

"Yes, Mr. Li, I heard that Zheng Lian, the deputy director of the art department, is still half of your apprentice. I wonder if there is such a thing?"

"Whether it is or not, I think, Mr. Li, let's go to the Art Department to protest."

"That's right, that Mo Bai is playing a hooligan. He is a genius. He must be let go."

Several old people looked at Li Debing who had just been discharged from the hospital.

"Don't talk about it, you should read the poems written by Mo Bai."

Li Debing was a little disheartened, shook his head and said.

"What are you doing reading his poems?"

"Old Li, what do you mean?"

"I know that Mo Bai has some level of writing poetry, but what we compare with him is not poetry, but children's songs."

"Yes, if he can't create a few classic juvenile rhyme songs, then he should step down. It's a shame to be a consultant. We old bones haven't become one yet, so it's his turn."

Everyone complained again.

However, at this time, Li Debing took out a notebook and read the words very heavily.

[Let me guard the oldest sea in China again,
The hills of the saints are on the shore here.

Mother, don't forget that I am a master of sea defense,
I have a Liugong Island as my shield.

Come back quickly, the time has come.

The remains of saints are buried behind me!

Mother!I want to come back, mother! 】

Although Li Debing's voice was low, the voice he read was sonorous and powerful.

All the old people sitting here are well-known art workers, and just hearing this, everyone was in awe.

"Old Li, your poem is so well written."

"Wouldn't it be [Weihaiwei] that was written in the poem?"

"Tsk tsk, amazing, Mr. Li, I didn't expect you to have such a skill."

Everyone is engaged in art, and everyone has unique insights into poetry.

At this time, when I heard the poem read by Li Debing, I felt a little excited all of a sudden.

How could they not know that this poem has reached a very high level.

However, at this time Li Debing did not speak, but continued to read.

[We are a string of pearls held out by the East China Sea,
Liuqiu is my group brother, and I am Taiwan.

I still have Zheng's heroic spirit in my chest,
The loyal red blood stained my family heritage.

Mother, the scorching summer is going to kill me,
Give me an order, and I can still fight to the death.

Mother!I want to come back, mother! 】

The youngest of the old people sitting here is 60 years old, the older ones are 80 years old, and there is even an old man in his 90s.

If it is said that the one who knows history the most, besides them, who else?
They would never forget the series of insults that Huaguo suffered a hundred years ago, even if it was a lifetime.

When Li Debing recited the turn of the second song, everyone was already solemn.

【Mother, I want to come back, mother. 】

Everyone did not interrupt Li Debing.

They knew that at this time, Li Debing had risen to a height that they looked up to in the field of art.

Even if they don't say anything else, just analyzing it now, they think that the charm of these two poems is no less than that of Mr. Cai when he was then.

Moreover, it seems that these two poems are still a series.

Coupled with the age described in this poem, the profound meaning in it may be incomparable to "Aged in the Year".

Especially the last sentence, mother, I want to come back, mother... It even aroused the tears of several old people.

The motherland suffered a lot of bullying a hundred years ago, and now it can be regarded as standing up.However, there is still a place that has not returned to our arms.This place is Taiwan Bend.The last sentence, "Mother, I want to come back", simply expressed their aspirations.

Especially there is a 90-member old man who is extremely excited.

He has a younger brother who went to Taiwan.

However, after so many years, he has not been able to come back.

Li Debing seemed to be silent in the poetry, and still did not stop.

After the second song, Li Debing continued to read.

【I am like the yellow leopard standing guard in front of the Fengque steps,
Mother, although my status is small, my status is dangerous.

Now the vicious sea lions are on me,

Eat my flesh and blood, swallow my fat;
Mother, I cry and howl, call you should not.
Mother, let me hide in your arms!
Mother!I want to come back, mother! 】

This is about Xiangjiang.

Fortunately, Xiangjiang returned to the embrace of the motherland in 97.

However, despite this, when looking back at the scene when foreign powers divided up the motherland a hundred years ago, the fists of dozens of old men were involuntarily clenched together.As long as there is an order, even the old and weak will fight desperately.

Applause came.

Several old people were moved by Li Debing's three poems and their bodies boiled.

Even though the age of youth and excitement has long passed, the blood is still unstoppable.

"Okay, good poem."

"Old Li, you wrote a good poem."

"I never expected, Mr. Li, that you have grown to this extent in the past few decades."

"Yes, at your height, we all have to look up."

A series of compliments, kept saying.

However, listening to the praise of dozens of old friends, Li Debing shook his head with a wry smile.

"I also really want to write this poem, but I didn't write it."

"Ah, didn't you write it?"

The other old men were a little embarrassed, did they just flip over for nothing?

However, even so, this poem is so well written that no matter who wrote it, he must be praised.

"Who wrote that?"

"Old Li, these should be newly created poems, I have never read these poems before."

"It's really well written. The style is different from that of previous poets. Although it is a modern poem, the feelings are extremely sincere."

"Yes, after a few sentences, it seems to be whispering, but I can feel the roar of the poet's heart from the poem."

"This is the pain of the whole country, and everyone feels the same way."

"Old Li, what are you doing? You haven't said who wrote these poems."

Everyone looked at Li Debing.

"You want to know?"

"of course."

"You really want to know?"

"nonsense."

"Are you sure you want to know?"

"Old Li, what's wrong with you?"

The old people are a little crazy, are you kidding us?
"It's not that I'm teasing you, but I'm afraid that if I tell who this person is, you may be shocked."

"how is this possible."

"Come on, is it possible that this poet has three heads and six arms, and we will still be shocked?"

"That's right, we've lived so many years, what else can scare us, tell me quickly."

Several old men urged again.

"Okay, I said it."

After coughing heavily, Li Debing finally spoke.

"This person is Mo Bai."

"Yes, that's right, it's the Mo Bai we've been talking about before."

……

In one breath, Mo Bai wrote six poems.

The six songs were all posted on Weibo.

After posting, Mo Bai didn't write any more.

Instead, he had a good night's sleep, and the next day, when he opened Weibo again.

However, Mo Bai discovered that the six poems he wrote yesterday had spread to every corner of the internet.

not only.

Even the traditional media, some newspapers and magazines, reprinted the six poems written by Mo Bai at this time.

[The great poet of Huaguo reappears. 】

[God bless China, I never thought there would be such an outstanding poet in modern times. 】

[Six poems, each represents a place, and each place is a pain that we will never forget. 】

【Mo Bai: The style of a generation of masters】

A series of favorable comments came in like a tide.

"Dabai, you finally appeared."

"Uh, I was so tired last night, I fell asleep after writing the poem."

"I know, writing poems is very mentally exhausting, so you should take a good rest. But, you don't know, these six poems of yours have already caused a sensation in the country."

"Yes, Dabai, those guys who attacked you before are too embarrassed to mention PK with you again."

"By the way, Dabai, what are the names of these six poems? Why didn't you write the titles?"

All the disciples of Bai Yutang asked one after another.

"This, I'm sorry, I forgot. These poems are a series called Song of the Seven Sons."

"Song of the Seven Sons?"

"Yes."

"Does the seven sons refer to the seven sons of the motherland?"

"Correct."

"Dalian, Taiwan, Xiangjiang, Weihaiwei, Jiulong Island, Guangzhou Bay... there are only 6 of them, how about one more?"

"The other one is Macao.Men, together they are the Seven Sons. However, this song has not been written yet."

"understood."

The crowd nodded.

Song of the Seven Sons.

The title of this poem is awesome.

The meaning contained in the connection is even more shocking.

"Hoho, Dabai is going to run away this time."

"That's right, Dabai has always been awesome."

"That's right, Dabai is really awesome, but he's always been funny, so everyone doesn't know."

"It's all right now, I think, after understanding these poems, everyone will be full of respect when they read Dabai again."

"That's right, look at Dabai's Weibo. Those netizens who leave messages are always called by Mr. Mister. Damn, if I understand Dabai, I will immediately pee."

"The song of the seven sons, there is still one son who has not written it. I know when it will be finished. I am looking forward to it."

"Calm down, you need inspiration to write a poem, so you can write whatever you want. However, since it is a song of seven sons, there must be seven."

Bai Yutang is divided into a group [Guanyutang], and a group of fans discuss behind Dabai's back in private.

……

"Mr. Mo Bai, you are really amazing. The six poems you wrote yesterday are amazing."

Department of Art, Director Zheng said excitedly to Mo Bai.

"Director Zheng laughed. There are actually not only six poems, but seven."

"Seven?"

"Yes, the seven songs are a series called Song of the Seven Sons."

"Song of the Seven Sons..."

Zheng Lian's eyes lit up: "Seven sons, seven sons, seven sons of the motherland, a good name. By the way, there is another song, why didn't you write it?"

"There is another song I created for your company."

"what?"

"Director Zheng, didn't you say you want me to create a classic, an unspeakable piece of work?"

"Mr. Mo Bai, what we want you to compose is a song."

"I know, what you want is not a poem, but a song. I have composed the last song for him."

As he said that, Mo Bai took out the last song "Macao. Gate" of "Song of the Seven Sons": "I have already contacted an elementary school and selected 60 children to sing together. Tomorrow, I will release the chorus version Take out the Song of the Seven Sons."

(End of this chapter)